Pillow by Andy Pearce © 2009 My feather down is warm and white Sunbeams reach through the dusty light To kiss the air around you, On my pillow Sleepy hair wants to stay Don’t want to plan the day away We’ve all the time in the world On my pillow Now my wanting heart It bears a telling tale I can’t tell you now with woken words But this wanting heart It spins a yarn for you, Well pinch me now, you’re really here, On my pillow My love is here On my pillow Here
